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Old Days Lyrics

Artist: John Hiatt
Album: Same Old Man

I was sittin' in the dressing room with Brownie McgeeHe was drinkin' that milk with that Dewar's WhiskeySaid John, there's nothin' written anywhereSuggests the blues will set you freeOld days are comin' back to meI was ridin' in the back seat, with Sonny TerryLittle harmonica player used to drive him aroundI think his name was HarryTried to get him to eat tofu, raw vegetables, nuts, and berriesBut Sonny wasn't havin' any of itHe let me share a room with â'em for a couple of weeksSonny slept with his good eye open staring out from under the sheetsI was young and uncomfortable I don't mind tellin' ya kinda gave me the creepsOld days are comin' back to meOld days are comin' back to meDon't know what was so great about â'emI played practically freeI had nothin' to live up toEverywhere to beOld days are comin' back to meOn some dates with Mose Allison somewhere out in the MidwestSaid some of my lyrics reminded him of the poet Kenneth PatchenI took it as a complimentHe was referring to the line about wearin' neon signs on your woundsLater on I knew what he meantOld days are comin' back to meOn a date with John Lee Hooker at a packed joint up in WashingtonHe came in with a gorgeous woman on each arm as I was singing my songWalked â'em right up and sat â'em on the edge of the stage as I went singing alongAnd that's called "evenin' son, I'm the headliner"Old days are comin' back to meI don't know what was so great about â'emI played practically freeBut I had nothing to live up toAnd everywhere to beOld days are comin' back to mePlayed a gig with John Hammond Jr. up in Vancouver BCExotic dancer came in my dressing room, started dancing exoticallyThey were smoking something in the audience that night, smelled exactly like cat peeOld days are comin' back to meOpened up a gig for Gatemouth Brown down in Baton RougeHe was playing that Hillbilly, Jazz, Cajun, Country, Zydeco, and BluesThrowin' it out past the walls like some kind of musical centrifugeOld days are comin' back to meOld days are comin' back to meI don't know what was so good about â'emI played practically freeBut I had nothin' to live up toEverywhere to beOld days are comin' back to meOld days are comin' back to meI don't know what was so great about â'emI played practically freeBut I had nothin' to live up toEverywhere to beOld days are comin' back to meOld days are comin' back to me